When i pull the wind closer
Lay it naked before my keen eyes
Searching for stanzas hidden
They call me mad
When i look at the blood
Fluttering from my veins
Soaking me to my soles
And i laugh
Like a triumphant warrior
They call me crazy
My nights i have slaughtered
For the gods of inspiration
And i wondered at night
Like a broken lion
They call me insane
But i am a poet on a quest
To best lay my tent
Where generation
Shall peacefully rest
Oct 26, 2013
Oct 26, 2013 at 6:42 PM UTC
When i pull the wind closer
Lay it naked before my keen eyes
Searching for stanzas hidden
They call me mad
When i look at the blood
Fluttering from my veins
Soaking me to my soles
And i laugh
Like a triumphant warrior
They call me crazy
My nights i have slaughtered
For the gods of inspiration
And i wondered at night
Like a broken lion
They call me insane
But i am a poet on a quest
To best lay my tent
Where generation
Shall peacefully rest